Inquisitive and thoughtful, She was the challenge he'd been waiting for; A reminder that creativity runs deep like secrets.Dark eyed dreamers; they were a dangerous pair, Q next to U scribbled out on paper... They stopThey goThey're done.

Go back to the place we knew beforeRetrace our steps to the basement door, I'll ask you if the rain still makes you smile, Like so much time that we spent in the fallIt put color in our cheeks while the air turned cold, Preceding what became our bitter end.

Unanswered questions would be the only thing to stop them now... He was the poet while she was the muse, But she had a pen that she knew how to use, With a touch of redemption, a hint of elation; A recipe for disaster.

Go back to the place we knew beforeRetrace our steps to the basement door, I'll ask you if the rain still makes you smile, Like so much time that we spent in the fallIt put color in our cheeks while the air turned cold, Preceding what became our bitter end.